All I know is the same old song.
I just sing away not really catching on.
So I go to the beat of blood.
Squeeze life fire's one breath.
Say this is what must come.
Pale your play, the gracious ones sweep you away.
Sewn this grows more strong when inside.
Push one more time to open up my eyes.
Smile through pain, sleep through much delight.
Rip scars on myself, and then,
breed scars way deep inside.
Pale your play, the gracious ones sweep you away.
Pale your play, the gruesome ones tear you away.
They fail to say.
The words aren't ours to be told.
No more strength to care,
No more grief to bare,
No more lies to share.
The unseen ones that tear you away.
Harsh these gates my mind does keep.
Calm myself once more to see what's beneath.
Pangs and woes confused with no truth.
This means nothing now.
This beauty melts with no muse.
Pale your play, the gracious ones sweep you away.
